Red Is sus.
Before I could even explain, I’m outed.
It’s as if, everything that comes out of my mouth is a lie to them.
Like I failed card swipe more than 15 times
So I deserve to be guilty?
Trust is broken.
Trust for us is like a thin layer of glass that runs down our family.
“Where were you?”
I was in lower admin heading to storage.
As if that wasn’t specific enough-they still don’t believe me.
Sometimes I wonder if they even trust half of the things I say to them.
Black could confess if they wanted too
“I’m it,” but still — black gets away with it.
Sometimes I wish I was black.
If I do the same, will I also be excused?
Because I’m red.
I can’t do simple tasks without being questioned.
Same as if I have friends and they immediately find it weird.
Can a girl not be friends with the opposite gender?
Will I disgrace my family?
Am I immediately considered a whore?
It’s not my fault we share the same interests.
Not all girls constantly love talking about makeup products and what not.
I’ve told you multiple times — I
Don’t. Have. A. Boyfriend.
I was processing data
Turning on the waterways
I was clearing asteroids
Cause that seemed like it was the only thing I could clear.
We have a pandemic
I can’t even go outside
One phone call and I’m sus
And that’s the only thing you trust
When you don’t have basic evidence
But sure with my age —
Sus-ing me is a must
Sometimes they say
“I trust you, but I don’t trust them”
Although part of that is true
Most of it isn’t new
If you got to know them
Then you’ll see
Judging a book by its cover
Is not by all means the best evidence
But the worst judgement you could ever use
I am your daughter
You should recognise my personality by now
I don’t drink
I don’t smoke
I get good grades
I don’t like lying
What hurts the most is — you still don’t know me
You don’t know me at all
You don’t trust me
You like watching me fall
What would people think of me?
If they’ve seen your reaction.
They’ll do the same of course.
“Oh, lets vote her out.”
“Without a doubt, it’s her.”